My friend works at a fast food place. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff they’ve had to deal with. People are disgusting.
You’ve never worked retail, have you?
Jesus that’s realistic
It’s the DivX logo in the corner that gets me.
I had to double check which year it’s today.
Today is 2024. At least in the gregorian calendar.
The episode’s from 2006, so it makes sense.
That would make this an ~18 year old artifact.
This is my only memory of South Park since I was a kid.
I wish I didn’t remember it as well as I do.
In my experience, the “NO” figure should be bent over a bit more in order to project onto the wall behind the toilet as well as the ceiling above. No better memory of working retail than going up to my boss and explaining why I needed to know where the spare ceiling tiles were.
Reminder to anyone still working retail: if your job description isn’t “janitor”, you don’t need to clean that up. It’s a biohazard and they can pay more expensive people with better equipment to do it.
Reminder to you that bosses can and will ask you to do things that are not your job. And since you need money for rent and food, you will have to do it. Otherwise, they will probably get rid of you, and will find a plausible legal reason.
No, you will not “have to do it”. Either they can afford to pay a qualified person to do it, or they can’t. If they can’t afford a more expensive person, they definitely can’t afford to fire you. You are the cheap one.
Think about it: if they put themselves in this situation, they are going to end up cleaning it themselves. “Need money for rent and food”? If you have a crappy minimum wage job, you have the power. Literally no one above you wants to do your work. You can definitely tell them “no”. Do you think there’s some shortage of crappy minimum wage jobs?
You have never cleaned bathrooms if you wonder about the source of this sign.
You have never worked in a public building if you wonder about the source of this sign.
I worked at a grocery store growing up. One time I had to throw away my shoes when I got home.
I cleaned them for 2 years in the mids 80s. (Restaurant across from a mall in a big city) I never saw shit outside of the bowl.
Women’s was always way
betterworse than the men’s.Women’s was always way better worse than the men’s.
Is it because they hover instead of sitting or is it because every trip is a sit down trip?
Sorry. Typo. Women’s was worse than men’s.
As a kid I had no clue. As an adult still have no clue.
Let’s just leave the question unanswered.
Retail. The horror stories my better half tells will make your skin crawl.
Are you aware of the legendary Ryan’s Steakhouse story?
Hell, that thing might be an urban legend, but it’s supremely well written and if I was in graphic design, that story alone would probably lead me to thinking that selling signs like this would be a good idea.
If you haven’t heard it, a web search for “The Steakhouse incident” (with quotes) or “macaroni beef toilet story” (no quotes) will probably turn up yet another re-hosting of it.
For the lazy, here’s one I found just now: http://www.ihos.com/steakhouse.html
Manager: This looks like a job for THE HOSE
Lmao
Now I want some big fat yeast rolls. Nobody else does them quite right.
Yep, that’s my takeaway from that.
Oh, also the JATO Guy story.
Well I guess reading that is now a permanent memory for me.
I haven’t seen this since the late 90s / early 00s!!! Thanks for this!
I was laughing so hard reading this that I had to read it to my wife and we both have been laughing historically at it
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The problem is the sort of person this applies to will respond:
“That sign won’t stop me because I can’t read!”
“I’m picto dyslexic.”
Oh I know exactly what caused this.
The women who hover instead of sitting on the toilet, and leave their pee all over the seat because they are absolutely without empathy for anyone else on the face of the earth. If you are so OCD you cannot touch the seat, for fuck’s sake at least kick it up out of the way with your foot.
This is great. I literally am taking my morning constitutional at work and took this photo to post here.
People from my country don’t throw paper in the toilet. It cloggs it up, so instead, the correct is throwing in the trash can. By the way, if this is only common here, then what is the trash can for?
I’m sure it smells great in the bathroom. If I clog the bowl I have a plunger.
This does not influence the smell, no matter how believable it may seem. It’s pretty small, plus it’s contained in the trash can.
Having seen the occasional superfunded chain restaurant men’s room, I know for a fact this sign is needed, and yet probably won’t help. I have to imagine the kind of person who will do that to a restroom, and leave it that way, isn’t going to see this sign and say “OOOOOH that makes sense. I was totally gonna do that until I saw this sign.”
Truly a shitpost.
Ever been on a road trip?
In my mind, I think it starts with one rogue fleck or dribble, causing the next person to avoid and hover slightly, which produces lower accuracy yet, causing the next person to hover even further, which keeps compounding until you eventually get the shitter who actually purchased and ate one of the rotating bubbling skin hot dogs at a previous gas station, and then you get what you’re seeing here.
I saw this in a Japanese convenience store. Makes you wonder.
In some countries the toilets are sort of embedded in the floor and you squat over them. There’s some evidence that this is a healthier way to poop. But if you’ve only ever squatted in your life a toilet might be as confusing as the three shells.
Which is interesting because Japan has been pushing to replace all the washiki (squat) toilets in public places. I have a feeling handicap accessibility, aging populations, and (to a lesser degree) tourists are behind this. I hate squat toilets, but I have stomach issues that can make things messy regardless of diet, etc.
I was in a large open plan office a decade ago with a density clearly higher than the 3 cubicles in the toilet facilities could handle. Somebody with little regard for basic human decency, murdered the shit fairy and their family in two of the 3 cubicles. Words cannot describe the scene that greeted a prospective cubicle user. Imagine 300kg black forest gateaux with pieces of corn distributed throughout being put through a wood chipper. It was quite frankly both terrifyingly grotesque and strangely skillful. I called property services who to their credit promptly sent up somebody to investigate. I saw them enter, loudly say “Fuck their mother in the arse!” and leave dry heaving into their cleaning cart. Photos were taken and emailed around to all male employees stating that the “…rancid fecal matter will be genetically tested to determine age, race and dietary preference of the individual involved!!!” Total bullshit of course, funny as hell though. We had our suspects but nobody fess’d up. I faked having a colostomy bag after that just so I could use the ambulant toilets. But that’s a story for another time.
